Chapter 75: Elder Jiang Feng of the Kunlun Holy Land; Chen Changsheng Deceives the Children
Chapter 75 – Elder Jiang Feng of the Kunlun Holy Land; Chen Changsheng Deceives the Children
The compromising posture between Chen Changsheng and the Saintess of the Purple Mansion left the arriving Heavenly Talents completely stunned.
The Saintess of the Purple Mansion was universally acknowledged as one of the three great beauties among the younger generation of the Middle Heavens.
To witness her pinned in such a manner was entirely unexpected, catching everyone off guard.
However, facing this awkward scene, Chen Changsheng calmly released his iron grip on Zi Ning.
“Everyone, do you not understand the ancient principle of averting your eyes from impropriety?”
“Miss Zi Ning and I were merely exchanging pointers. Do you not find it rude to gawk so openly?”
Hearing this, a few Heavenly Talents hurriedly offered apologies and lowered their heads.
Others, however, burned with righteous indignation.
“Miss Zi Ning, did this scoundrel dare take liberties with you?”
“If so, we will tear him limb from limb!”
Hearing these bold declarations, Zi Ning merely swept her indifferent gaze over them, remaining silent.
The mysterious man before her was undoubtedly shameless, cloaking his true identity like a coward in the shadows.
Yet, she loathed these self-proclaimed heroes even more. They were nothing but hypocrites.
A true cultivator of the Dao, whether righteous or demonic, ought to act with absolute decisiveness, not waste breath on empty posturing.
If they truly wished to avenge her honor, they should have drawn their swords immediately instead of seeking her permission.
The only reason they hesitated and asked was that they recognized this man had suppressed her, and fear of his unknown strength stayed their hands.
Besides, her karma was her own; she required no mortal interference.
While his tyrannical flesh was formidable, she possessed her own killing arts. She was not necessarily defeated.
Seeing the Saintess ignore them completely, those Heavenly Talents flushed with awkwardness.
Amusingly, the architect of this chaos, Chen Changsheng, strolled directly into the crowd of Heavenly Talents and began lecturing them.
“Brothers, how can you expect to win a fairy’s heart with such pathetic methods?”
“You just committed a fatal taboo on the battlefield of romance!”
Seeing Chen Changsheng casually fraternize with them, most of the crowd sneered in disdain.
Yet, within such a large gathering, a few curious minds naturally took the bait.
“What do you mean by that?”
“The Dao of courtship is quite simple!”
“To pursue a supreme beauty, you must conquer her Dao heart through the sheer weight of your presence.”
“You all know Miss Zi Ning’s standing. Her background is heaven-defying, and her innate talent is absolute.”
“To a fairy of her caliber, mortal wealth and status are mere illusions.”
“Across the vast heavens, few men can suppress her. Thus, the magnitude of one’s personal charisma becomes paramount.”
“Take the recent incident as an example. You should have unleashed your killing intent upon me without the slightest hesitation.”
“The moment you hesitated, you revealed a timid and fragile Dao heart.”
“Ask yourselves, how could such spineless men ever capture Miss Zi Ning’s gaze?”
Chen Changsheng’s unorthodox philosophy piqued the interest of even the previously dismissive Heavenly Talents.
Slowly, a massive crowd began to form around Chen Changsheng.
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“Do you now comprehend the flaws in your approach?”
Having absorbed Chen Changsheng’s lecture, the gathered Heavenly Talents experienced a sudden epiphany.
One of them cupped his fists and asked, “Brother Chen, regarding the previous scenario, what if the adversary possesses terrifying strength?”
“So what if he is strong? Within the sacred grounds of the Kunlun Holy Land, would an opponent truly slaughter you over a mere misunderstanding?”
“Besides, every one of you present is a chosen son of heaven. While minor discrepancies in cultivation exist…”
“…the chasm between you cannot be absolute. Could it be that you lack even the confidence to preserve your own lives?”
The moment these words fell, the chests of numerous Heavenly Talents swelled with pride.
They were all apex prodigies. While they acknowledged the existence of supreme monsters…
…none believed themselves entirely helpless. Having endured decades of bloody cultivation, every man possessed absolute faith in his own Dao.
Noting the successful shift in the crowd’s focus, the corners of Chen Changsheng’s mouth curled upwards.
This little fairy from the Purple Mansion Holy Land was far too perceptive. Letting her scrutinize me would invite endless tribulation.
To sever this karmic annoyance, guiding her horde of suitors was the logical path.
The average age at this Heavenly Talent Assembly was barely a century. Manipulating these wet-behind-the-ears children was as effortless as breathing.
Once she found herself drowning in aggressive suitors, she would lack the mental energy to pry into my secrets.
“Chen Changsheng, what are you doing here?”
Just as Chen Changsheng plotted his next wave of nonsense, a crisp voice cut through the crowd.
Turning, he saw Zuo Jing, a member of the Xuanwu Kingdom’s delegation.
Zuo Jing was the Third Princess of the Xuanwu Kingdom. Her innate talent was merely acceptable.
Among their ranks, her combat prowess hovered around mediocrity.
“Ah, the Third Princess!”
“Chen Changsheng offers his greetings. I am merely exchanging Dao insights with these Fellow Daoists.”
“By the way, did Brother Su and the others not accompany you?”
Zuo Jing shook her head. “Su Tian and the rest are refining their Qi in Secluded Cultivation, preparing for the Heavenly Talent Assembly in three days.”
“I heard whispers of a nameless Heavenly Talent preparing for high-stakes Stone Gambling here, so I came to broaden my horizons.”
“You arrived earlier. Do you know the identity of this mysterious genius?”
“I have no idea!”
“I wandered into the Kunlun Stone Workshop to browse, and suddenly this crowd formed. I haven’t seen any peerless talent.”
After hearing his explanation, Zuo Jing exchanged a few more pleasantries before quietly waiting for the fabled Heavenly Talent to reveal himself.
As for the crowd absorbing Chen Changsheng’s lecture, not a single one suspected he was the high-roller they had gathered to watch.
After all, his robes were far too plain; he entirely lacked the suffocating aura of a youth backed by an ancient lineage.
Even though his brief clash with Zi Ning proved his physical tyranny was unfathomable…
…the primordial stones within the inner courtyard of the Kunlun Stone Workshop demanded mountains of wealth, not mere talent.
Thus, out of the hundreds present, only Zi Ning knew the truth.
But the Saintess possessed the innate arrogance of the Purple Mansion. Why would she ever lower herself to explain the situation to this rabble?
At that moment, Wang Defa emerged from the courtyard depths, trailing respectfully behind a middle-aged man.
Seeing this man, the boisterous Heavenly Talents instantly stiffened with reverence. Even the perpetually aloof Saintess of the Purple Mansion stood at attention.
Because the newcomer was the Second Elder of the Kunlun Holy Land, Jiang Feng!
During the brutal succession war for the throne of the Kunlun Holy Land, Jiang Feng had lost to the current Holy Lord, Jiang Bufan, by a fraction of a breath.
Despite his defeat, Holy Lord Jiang Bufan once publicly declared:
“Had the heavens not favored me that day, the victor between us would remain unknown.”
Beyond the succession war, another legendary bloody battle cemented Jiang Feng’s terrifying reputation.
Six centuries ago, a demonic fiend named Wu Li erupted across the Middle Heavens, violently suppressing the entire younger generation and crushing their pride beneath his heel.
Ultimately, Wu Li encountered a young Jiang Feng. The two fought a heaven-shattering battle for three days and three nights, ending in a bloody stalemate.
The sheer devastation of that clash forced the fiend Wu Li into hiding for an entire century.
To this day, Jiang Feng remained the only cultivator capable of matching the fiend Wu Li blow for blow.